How to Grieve

Before I knew grief I thought there was a way to do it. You cry for a little while, feel sad, maybe scream and break some things, and then one day you wake up and you're over it. How naive I was. Grief isn't something you get over. It's something you absorb. A piece of you becomes grief and here's the funny part, you never want it to leave. Deep grief can only exist where there was deep love so each day you welcome the grief because it reminds you of how much love you have.  The deal with grief is you are allowed to do it how ever you want to. Whatever makes you feel better, do it! This is no one else's concern. Each of us is very different and grief affects us in so many unique ways. Don't let anyone tell you any different. Some days it is enough to just inhale and exhale. You don't have to hold it all together. You don't have to do anything, but live. Every single shaky breath you take is beautiful because you are choosing to live, to share yourself, through the pain and suffering, with the world. That is the most beautiful gift you can give. You keep on living, but you decide what that looks like.

"No person has the right to condemn you on how you repair your heart or how long you choose to grieve, because no one knows how much you're hurting."

Want to cry your eyes out and look at pictures all day? Do it. Want to hang out with your friends and laugh and dance? Do it. Want to leave your baby's room exactly the way it was? Leave it. Want to pack everything away because it hurts too much to look at? Pack it.

You are allowed to feel confused and ask questions. You are allowed to scream at God and ask Him why. You are allowed to sob until your chest hurts and lay in bed staring out the window. You are allowed to hold his blanket or her lovey (heck take them with you wherever you go if you want.) You know what else you are allowed to do? Laugh! You are allowed to enjoy life and it doesn't mean you aren't still grieving. It just means you are choosing joy in the midst of deep pain.

Is it hard for you to talk to people? Is your patience short and your empathy at an all time low? That's ok too.

Some people keep an entire room full of memories and some hold on to a single photo. Some choose to grieve out loud and others do it privately. Some people don't want to talk about their pain while others would love to talk about it for hours.

You may question everything and think "did I say his name enough today?" "Have I cried yet? Is it ok if I don't?" "Am I allowed to laugh today? Will people think I'm weird or that I didn't love him enough?" I laughed at my son's funeral and talked to a lot of people because that's just how I chose to feel that day. I wanted some joy in my life. I also sobbed my eyes out and secluded myself. My biggest tip to you is feel however you are feeling. Period. We were given human emotions and feelings for a reason. Don't try to ignore them.

Just know that no matter how you are grieving, you are never doing it alone. Though we may outwardly show grief in different ways, we all feel it inside. That deep gnawing pain that feels heavy and empty at the same time. That longing for everything we lost. That feeling of intense separation between being in the before and the after. Grief is hard enough on it's own. Let's not complicate it by trying to do it the "right way." Grief takes it's own time in each of us and changes like the seasons, but we will all meet up at the end where we realize that we are lucky to have had something so beautiful to grieve at all.

"The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to." -Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Walking in Peace (with free printables)

Caden was born right after Easter so we put together an Easter basket for him and stored it in the closet to open with him after surgery. I remember coming home after he passed away and finding it. It almost brought me to my knees. My dad was still here and he said to me "You are going to find things that make you sad." Today was another one of those days.

1 Corinthians 14-33 NIV
1 Corinthians 14-33 NIV

I was out running errands and had to go to the baby store. When you lose your baby, one of the last places you want to go is the baby store. I remember walking around there picking things up for him when I was pregnant with so much hope for his little life. Going back there today brought waves of nausea and I had to choke back the tears the whole time. The deafening screams of "your baby is gone" were coming from every corner. Every crib I'd touched, every outfit he'd never wear, every high chair he'd never need. "Peace" I whispered to myself as I finished up and left.

In the car, I was scouring through A's diaper bag in search of something, I stumbled upon the straps I had to keep with me for Caden's non stress tests while I was pregnant. Yes, Dad, 2 months later and I still found a thing that made me sad. Every now and then those things pop up and it hits hard. I sat in the parking lot and cried for a few minutes and once again whispered "peace" to myself. It's a coping mechanism I developed after being a victim of a bombing while on a mission trip to Uganda. I was riddled with anxiety upon my return home and every ounce of my body craved peace so I began to remind myself that I WAS filled with peace. A peace that transcends all understanding.

Human peace is easily wrecked, but the peace of God is indestructible and incomprehensible. God does not give us a spirit of fear, fear comes to destroy, but He gives us a spirit of love and power and sound mind. He brings calmness because in Him is complete peace from our troubles. He holds the victory and no problem of this life can compete with the joy of eternity. During my pregnancy I remember feeling that peace wash over me again like a wave and I somehow knew that no matter how bad things got it would be ok. I left my cares at the cross and allowed that peace to flood my soul. It doesn't make sense that peace should be what I feel, but that is the peace of the Lord.

I often think of myself as Peter, frightened and unsure, as Jesus stands on the waters in front of me. He beckons me to come but I'm afraid, afraid of sinking in the middle of the storm that is my life while everyone on the boat watches. I think on my hurts, my fears, and my questions. The thoughts begin swirling in my mind and the weight begins to pull me down, but when I fix my eyes on Jesus, with his arms stretched wide, everything else fades. I begin to feel light and free. This is the peace. The storm around me settles and I am able to walk to Him in total abandon. My feet tread over my problems just as Peter's did over the water and I am calm again. I am home.

God is not a God of disorder, but of Peace. Which is why through the chaos I can still smile. My hope rests in Him. I question a lot of things, but one thing I know for sure is that He loves me deeply beyond my understanding. He's brought me through the wreckage before, saved me from impossible circumstances and this time is no different. When my eyes are fixed on Jesus my troubles seem so small in the light of eternity.

People say to me "You are so strong" but I'm not. I do not function out of my own strength. Sometimes it's a struggle just to get out of bed, but I am surviving on Agape Love. I am being filled with supernatural strength, hope, and joy that brings peace to my weary soul. So when my boat starts rocking and the storm is threatening to destroy me I quietly remind myself "peace" and though I am not strong my God is.

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